I used to think it was a pile of fluff — until it performed a modern miracle.

Heart palpitations, vertigo, brain fog, fatigue. Arrhythmia, panic attacks, and possible heart failure — god, those five years were torturous.

After narrowly escaping the house that nearly murdered me, my traumatized nervous system, in its weary defense, gave way to PTSD while it cranked up its sensitivity to electromagnetic fields in a condition known Electromagnetic Hypersensitivity Syndrome (EHS).

My body became so feeble, I could physically no longer leave my house.

After carefully following several protocols laid out for me by integrative practitioners as well as attempting a few radical measures of my own to no avail, I began to reorient my life around the likely possibility that I would remain this way, as the majority of individuals with extreme sensitivities often do.

I would have to find a way to generate an income from home, surrender hope of ever pursuing a master’s degree, yet somehow make enough money to afford a house to keep me safe for the remainder of my days.

Still, every day, I told myself it was reversible; I clung to the conviction that recovery was just beyond the horizon. It was only a temporary illness from which I would inevitably recover.

And for no reason at all and no evidence to believe it, I made this my mantra every single day.

Dutifully, I recited it throughout my meditations while I flooded my mind with as much joy as I could muster, and concluded each session with gratitude.

No more pooh-poohing the woo-woo

Around the beginning of 2023, my doctors’ supply of tests and medication suggestions had run dry, as my own medical research reached the furthest perimeters of Western medicine.

Soon, I found myself staring into the abyss of esoteric medical philosophies — the realm of “woo woo,” if you will.

I kept encountering information on prana, qi, our energetic fields and the mechanisms behind the placebo effect, as well as the quantum interconnectedness of the stuff that comprises our physical plane.

At first, I didn’t buy into any of it, but it seemed to quietly stalk me wherever my research led.

Controversial Western figures like Dr. Joe Dispenza and Dr. Bruce Lipton ruled this realm in their attempts to systematize what Chinese medicine and Ayuerveda have been doing for at least a millennium.

Incredulous, but intrigued, I encountered books like “Biology of Belief,” “Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself,” and “Spark in the Machine,” all of which supported this uncanny premise about the energetic foundations of our physiology.

I studied Yoga, Taoism, Buddhism, Western esotericism — and they all pointed to this same underlying quantum universe that uprooted my Newtonian (materialistic) view of my body in the world.

And during this time, I kept hearing little comments popping up about acupuncture around my social circles.

Chalk it up to “coincidence,” but I’m convinced this was a divine synchronicity and the universe was nudging me toward a new direction.

When curiosity finally overcame me, I decidedly booked an appointment at my community acupuncture center.

That’s when the miracles began

At the clinic, I marked my “reason for visit” as “to see what it was all about,” and only brought up my EHS as a an afterthought in full anticipation for the cocked eyebrow that always accompanied my doctors’ visible incredulity.

Heck, if just my anxiety subsided, I’d be a satisfied customer.

Instead, he thoughtfully nodded and mentioned he had treated patients with EHS in the past. No judgment; no questions.

Floored at such an placid response, I hopped up on that table and let him to go work.

Though my tattoos and dozens of old piercings had alleviated any fear of needles, no amount of tattoo scratching could have prepared me for the sensation that was about to be unleashed.

Once the last needle was inserted, I lay prone and motionless on that table, and began to feel something — something truly unearthly.

It were as if someone were slowly removing the dam from a river, as I began to notice a trickling sensation flowing in a warm current throughout my torso that steadily increased in intensity.

It was like something had been unblocked and my blood began recirculating properly. But it wasn’t blood; it was the same sensation as the “chills,” but warm and controlled.

The “trickling” and “current,” I later learned, were literally my qi, or energetic field.

Despite that remarkable experience, I hopped down from the table thinking, “welp, that was neat,” and carried on with my day feeling unaltered.

Whoo-hoo for woo-woo!

After a few weeks had gone by, however, I began to notice I hadn’t felt any heart palpitations, vertigo, shocks to the nervous system, or the like.

Due to my EMF-free home hygiene, it wasn’t uncommon to go several weeks without such a “reaction,” but now, I hadn’t felt any reactions to my computer, oven, or even any of the other frequent offenders.

I started retracing my steps and considering all other factors. But there weren’t any other factors, and sure enough: that visit aligned precisely with my recovery.

Now emboldened, I tested my boundaries.

My husband and I embarked on a long-overdue road trip, driving 12 hours in a car whose magnetic fields no longer made me dizzy.

I used my smart phone on the road without heart palpitations.

We stayed in a cabin with WiFi, and it didn’t fog my head.

Once it finally sunk in, I broke down and sobbed. My life had been restored, and the world in all its wonderous beauty had finally reopened its gates, making itself accessible once again.

What’s more: throughout the following year, I also noticed my chronic fatigue had vanished along with histamine intolerance too. It was as if all these conditions had been connected in some way.

But the puzzle wasn’t complete.

Like the first caveman to spark a fire, I had to shout this discovery from the mountaintops. Immediately, I hopped online and contacted all my fellow EMF and sensitive folks to share the good news.

But for a great number of them, it wasn’t any news at all.

To my despair, many had tried acupuncture. Sure, it helped manage their symptoms, but it hadn’t cured them like it cured me.

What was different about my recovery?

For months, this question plagued me. I returned to my books and was once again drawn to learn more — but this time, the universe nudged me towards Reiki.

Providing me the final piece of the healing puzzle, Reiki not only expanded my understanding of the energetic body and reinforced esoteric foundations, but it heightened my own ability to literally feel it in action.

Yes, I could now physically feel it working: how it would ebb and flow with my mood and concentration; how certain visualizations would cure a migraine in 15 minutes flat; even how my mental state held the power to either harm or heal.

While Reiki itself wasn’t the healing trigger, it forged a clear-cut path bridging the energetic healing modalities to the mindset that catalyzed them. It brought the enigma of acupuncture into my own hands and made the abstractions that sparked my “eureka” palpable.

The miracle of energy healing

Ultimately, I discovered, it was energy healing that cured me, but it wasn’t just the energy being directed by tiny needles: it was the energy directed from my own generator — my mind.

See, thoughts (and feelings) are energy. And oh, how I underestimated the magnitude of those thoughts during each meditation, when I clung to that inevitability of recovering.

In “Breaking the Habit of Being Yourself,” Dr. Joe Dispenza eloquently simplifies this phenomenon:

The thoughts we think send an electrical signal out into the [quantum] field. The feelings we generate magnetically draw events back to us. Together, how we think and how we feel produces a state of being, which generates an electromagnetic signature that influences every atom in our world.

Though I failed to realize it at the time, this was exactly what I had been doing all along!

He continues:

“There are an infinite number of potential electromagnetic signatures — for genius, for wealth, for freedom, for health — that already exist as a frequency pattern of energy. If you could create a new electromagnetic field by changing your state of being . . . is it possible that your body would be drawn to that event or that event would find you?

Yes! It did! Acupuncture served as the final switch, but the mind and body had to be primed for it to be flipped.

Though this is far from a universal formula, I firmly believe the cure lies on the quantum level: the challenge simply lies in learning how to reach out and grasp it.

Since so much of this coincides with other, pre-existing “brain training programs, I’ll admit they hold an important key to recovery; but for many (including myself), they’re far from the master key.

This kind of recovery requires a more thorough distillation of physical, mental, emotional and — I’d go as far to say — even karmic approaches.

But one thing is undeniably certain: it all begins on an energetic level.

Don’t fear the woo-woo — it might just save you, too.

Addendum: Hang tight! I’m working on a way of tying together all these ends to forge a path that’s more straight and narrow!